I want to kill that girl, skin her and dress up in her skin, just to be able to sneak in to the tiny horses to have a cuddle. The lifelong imprisonment with serial killers or in a psychiatric ward would be a small price to pay for tiny horse cuddling.

I had that happen with a wild fawn once! Only in reverse. The fawn was the one who had a mini-human (I was five) magically appear while it was napping. It was sooooo sooofffty (brag brag brag etc.) and I sat there for about half an hour petting it until I started to fall asleap with it. But it woke up and scared the bejeezus out of me before I could. O.o who knew fawns were so loud? It’s momma, who was hiding in the woods, was not pleased either. Ever try running away from a momma doe? Well here’s some advice: Hiding is better.
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